A longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it.
What sort of world are we living in right now? What sort of hope is there in a society of extremes?
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
Instead of always making room for improvement, perhaps one should just enjoy the space you occupy
No doors ever stay permanently closed. No matter how far you go, how fast you run, your past is always nipping at your heels.
I have traveled by overground train, from one city to the next. But, this is the first time I recognized that my way of train travel isn’t the same for so many others.
To live in NYC is to experience a daily, and essential, separation from others, if only to maintain sanity.